The sun, the damned sun! Beating him like a club into the sand. Why had he come to this miserable damned desert to start with? He had been lured here, like so many others, with the false promise of wealth. He knew if he didn't find Warm Springs soon, he would perish. The desert constantly lied to him, showing him the promise of an oasis and then snatching th...
You wouldn't have thought a flight suit could be sexy, would you? Shapeless, drab green, multi-pocketed, utilitarian, coarse.... But they are.. especially when spread out on a rock in the sun with a naked women sprawled upon it looking at you with a sort of sweaty sexed up smile on her... Let me tell you a story... Many years ago, before the Middle East be...
A warm breeze caused the trees to sway as Cindy stepped out of her car. The campgrounds were half full of people enjoying the summer weekend. She stretched, her toned muscles stiff from the 2-hour drive. She watched the different people as she walked towards the small information hut. There was an old couple sitting on one of the benches enjoying the view ov...
It's been 18 months now since I've seen my family and I have no hope yet of going home. The deserts are endless here. The winds blast the sand whenever desert storms rise, but I can see how people have survived here for so long. I don't know where I am anymore I've been a wanderer for so long. My camel's humps are depleted, and that means one thing to me: he...
Mary was pleased with her new self. She felt very confident and actually enjoyed sitting with her nipples fully on display! Richard had taught her to be proud of them and now she was! Ken told Mary that although she was their guest it was the custom that the lady ordered the food and served the men. The idea seemed harmless enough so Mary readily nodded he...
The brush was laid on the desk beside Juniper. It's tarnished silver glinting in the twilight streaming through the door. A hand lay on her shoulder and turned her on the stool. Juniper gasped as she looked at herself in the polished silver of her mother's mirror. The luxurious amber hair was piled atop her head, elongating her fine bronzed neck. Her cousins...
(A story of Faith, Hope and Charity, but the greatest of these....) "Is he dead, Abba?" the boy said as his father, Najiv, knelt beside the figure sprawled near the dead horse. Najiv shook his head. "Bring me a waterskin from the donkey, Nahman, hurry!" The boy returned quickly with the waterskin. Together they lifted the knight's shoulders. The crusader...
Ravenna933 edited this story and made some helpful suggestions. * Day four in Oman, a Wednesday, dawned with a soft knocking at my door. I rolled over in bed, still half-asleep, checking the clock. It was about an hour prior to my alarm, and wearily, I got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was deserted, apart from the back of a hi...
Egypt, 7000 B.C. The sun rose over the land of Egypt. The tribe was moving along the banks of the Nile. They were looking for food. Five hundred men, women and children marching under the scorching african sun. They walked around. It was a real hot day, even for this part of the world. The sun shone really bright and all. This nomadic tribe was known as t...
Chapter 1: The Ragle Years Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah I - The Ragle Years 12:37 A.M. July 1, 1989 Red Rock Mesa, Arizona Even the stars were passing judgement. Sarah lay in the chill darkness of the high desert, staring despondently at th...